Listen

Listen, Before the day in all its sunlit energy bursts through the shuttered windows. Listen, As the hummingbirds, sparrows and robins converse about issues in the ‘hood.’ Listen, As the gentle morning breeze waltzes with the trees. Listen, As the red geraniums share their sensory delight, Grounding to the earth. Listen, To the melody of pine,…

Heron Wisdom

Balanced, Sentry like At the waters edge; Grounded, calm, still. Earth holds you Elegant wise bird Of the marshland. Watchful of opportunities, Regal wings graciously Frame your reed like body – Embracing power and air In flight. If I pause, and watch, Can I breathe in your qualities?

Cherry Blossoms

“Your poems are like sketches,” remarked a friend the other day. If I could sketch the way this blossom makes me feel, with words, that would be truly magnificent. Her petals unfurling in the spring air light my soul with a smile. Childhood memories surface: summer forts, my backyard home, hours of pretend in the…

Spending time with Owl – 2017

“We are all visionaries and what we see is our soul in things.” Henri Amiel Owls have been catching my attention since August, 2016. I’ve been pondering and playing with ‘my word’ for the year. Having a word ‘choose me’ for a year helps ground, nurture, and draw me deeper into practicing being mindful and…

Come to the Waters Edge

Come to the waters edge.  Stand still on the plank of the pier. Cast your eyes over the horizon. Weeping willow at your back holds the waterflow of pent up tears. Sorrow, anger, disappointment, a longing for justice. She hears your wondering and questions. Allow us to hold you. Air, water, clouds, sky. Mallard  swims…

Dwelling in Possibility

“I dwell in possibility.” Emily Dickinson #possibility is our prompt today at 31 Days of SoulStrolling. A few weeks ago, with Julie Gardner, Writers Gathering in Seattle, our prompt was Emily Dickinson’s poem, “I dwell in possibility.” This is what flowed from pen to paper: I dwell in possibility – to dwell, to be. To practice presence wherever…

What does delicious spark in your soul?

Delicious. Slow the word down. Enunciate. Speak it – quietly, then at full volume. What does it evoke in your soul? My initial response – meals: glorious, tasty, tantalizing plates that arouse my taste buds, tingle my senses and satiate my belly. I’m fortunate to have enjoyed many such a meal: at home, abroad, with…

Inhale and Inhabit

A prompt, a word, it’s a curious thing where they might lead when you pay attention. I’m participating in 31 Days of SoulStrolling and today’s prompt is – inhale.  My mind went on a meandering journey when I first read the prompt. My first association to the word was about the use of drugs. “Oh, I tried…

Hope

You welcomed me in like a new book, flipping the pages from left to right and back again. Inhaling deeply, your brilliant orange globe burst through the overhanging grey and pierced my heart with hope. Purple perforated white – landscape painting before my eyes. A moment of noticing, magic.          

Winter Solstice, December 2015

How are you, Soul, on this day? When light lessens and darkness lengthens, as day extends her hand to night, the cosmos dancing about Earth’s axis. Are you celebratory? Eagerly anticipating the quiet dark and slow evolution of returning light. Are you reflective? Noticing the twinkling holiday lights, catching a glimpse of your gaze in…

Morning Frost

You remind me of glitter. Your sparkling shining self dancing along my porch railing as if my daughters when they were small had laid down Elmer’s glue and scattered you about.   Glitter, the fun glitzy shininess of it, sparkling on my floor, walls, chairs, furniture. Coating the deck like an early morning gift –…